Rick Schroder in Los Angeles. (January 10, 2012)
Long night, Rick?
Man, someones gotta give Kevin Connelly some work for crying out loud, he looks like shit since he got typecast
Yet another child star success…
Man, he still has a mark from where that valve hit him in the head during Crimson Tide.
He looks like he’s about to launch into a long, slurred-speech infested had to be there story.
“It’s not suede, it’s microfiber…you cretin”
From the looks of his forehead, somebody should have told him he’d gotten too big on that train that ran through the living room.
him and his date Phillip Semen Hoffmore back there just left the alley.
The Rickster aint looking to fresh. Might be time to get the i and e back.
For a guy who just got in a bareknuckle brawl outside a bar that smells like puke, he looks okay.
When you have a club stamp on your forehead, you know it’s been a long night.
This the picture I expected to see of him 15 years ago.
He’s gone from Silver Spoons to making crack in them
He’s not wasted. He’s the victim of a bad shirt.
They got these big chewy pretzels here… awtrujhtjktawsfpdkf… Five dollars?! Get outta here!
“Of course I can maintain. I only took 16 Quaaludes.”
Guess who’s about to drunk-dial Jason Bateman.
too much sniffing off of silver spoons
I coulda been somebody…I coulda been a contender!
“Yeah I worked with Leonard motherf*ckin’ Lightfoot, and don’t you forget it!”
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